The room was simple, 5 by 5 square meters, and the ceiling was more than 5 meters high, all made of an odious marble like the tunnel. Three torches illuminated the room, in the center of which there was a large scale.
Ikky lay down on the floor laughing like a madman, all the mental tension of that infinite darkness was diluted in a state of euphoria and exhaustion like he had never felt before. It was possible that something in his mind had broken, but the feeling of relief and triumph for not having left more than compensated for any possible injury or mental trauma that his journey in the darkness had caused him.
When the boy managed to calm down and regain some composure he looked around again. Beyond seeing again what he had seen as soon as he arrived, the next thing that caught my attention was a large relief in an unknown language, at least by its writing, but that without knowing how he could understand as if it were written in perfect Spanish.